Feathers and Courage

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…He looked out at the lake, its surface mirroring the sky, and for the first time, he didn't just see a vast expanse. He saw possibility. He saw a playground. He saw a path to the clouds. The wind rustled through his down, a gentle caress that promised adventure. He felt a new confidence settle in his small chest, a quiet knowing that he would try again. He would learn. He would fly. He might wobble, he might stumble, but he would not give up. The lesson was simple, yet profound. The wind was his friend, his wings were his tools, and courage was the most important feather of all. He preened his own small wings, a determined glint in his bright, dark eyes. The journey had just begun.